Chapter 42

Chapter 42: The Devil You Know Luca's fury doesn't cool with the passing seconds. Instead, it simmers hotter with every shallow breath Lena takes, with every defiant flutter of her long lashes. Unable to contain the seething, primal fire roaring through his veins like molten lava, he tightens his powerful grip on her delicate wrist and drags her away from the secluded corner with ruthless, unwavering intent. His fingers press into her skin hard enough to leave faint marks—a temporary brand of his possession.